Paroles et traduction Morano - A Tí José (A Camarón)

A Tí José (A Camarón)

Estatuilla d bronze,
Finos metale d la fragua,
José tu imagen yo e vito,...
Sentaio, sentaio, sentaio en la puerta Vargas.

Un niño t eta mirando itanito de la kava,
Un niño t eta mirando y al mimo tiempo
Resando primito mio ati t kantava,
Y ar mimo tiempo resando primito mio ati t kantaba.

Ai José, si tu vorviera a nase, er mundo se pararia
Para kuxarte otra veee, kantando x buleria,
Ai José si tu vorviera a nase.
Er mundo se pararia para kuxarte otra ve, kantando x buleria...

Kantando se fue par sielo sabanilla de tersiopelo
Kn florecillas bordas, kantandO
X alegrias, tanguillos y bulerias fandaguillo y soleas...
Kantando x alegrias, tanguillo y bulerias, fandanguillos y soleas...

Ai José, si tu vorviera a nase, er mundo se pararia
Para kuxarte otra veee, kantando x buleria,
Ai José, si tu vorviera a nase, er mundo
Se pararia para kuxarte otra ve, kantando x buleria...

Ami m dan ekalofrios, se m nublan los sentios y er
Korason no lo siento... kuando ekuxo yo dio mio...
Disen d mi, ay k mamenasa er tiempo, disen d mi
Ay k si yo toy vivo o muerto...

Un angel etava kantando coplilla d mi José,
Kantava ner firmamento, a la orillita
Der viento sentaito junto a el...

Ai José, si tu vorviera a nase, er mundo se pararia
Para kuxarte otra veee, kantando x buleria,
Ai José, si tu vorviera a nase, er mundo se pararia
Para kuxarte otra ve, kantando x buleria...

Ai José, si tu vorviera a nase, er mundo se pararia
Para kuxarte otra veee, kantando x buleria,
Ai José, si tu vorviera a nase, er mundo se pararia
Para kuxarte otra ve, kantando x buleria...

Gitanito y kanastero, flamenkito y kantaor,
Er mejó de to los tiempos ese fue mi kamaron,
Orviarlo yo no kiero, dio mio kuidamelo
Ai arrivita ai en er sielo t lo piedo xfavo...

Gitanito y kanastero, flamenkito y kantaor,
Er mejó de to los tiempos ese fue mi kamaron, orviarlo yo no kiero...

Ai José, si tu vorviera a nase, er mundo se pararia
Para kuxarte otra veee, kantando x buleria,
Ai José, si tu vorviera a nase,
Er mundo se pararia para kuxarte otra ve, kantando x buleria...

Ai José, si tu vorviera a nase, er mundo se pararia
Para kuxarte otra veee, kantando x buleria,
Ai José, si tu vorviera a nase,
Er mundo se pararia para kuxarte otra ve, kantando x buleria...

To You José (To Camarón)

Bronze statuette,
Fine metal of the forge,
José, your image I behold...
Seated, seated, seated at the door of Vargas.

A child is watching you so intently from the cave,
A child is watching you and at the same time
Praying, my little cousin, singing to you,
And at the same time praying, my little cousin, singing to you.

Oh José, if you were born again, the world would stop
To embrace you once more, singing in buleria,
Oh José, if you were born again.
The world would stop to embrace you once more, singing in buleria...

Singing, he went to heaven, a velvet shroud
With embroidered flowers,
Singing in alegrias, tangos and bulerias, fandanguillos and soleas...
Singing in alegrias, tangos and bulerias, fandanguillos and soleas...

Oh José, if you were born again, the world would stop
To embrace you once more, singing in buleria,
Oh José, if you were born again, the world
Would stop to embrace you once more, singing in buleria...

I get the chills, my senses become clouded and my
Heart no longer feels... when I hear my God...
They say to me, oh what a bore time is, they say to me
Oh whether I am alive or dead...

An angel was singing a song about my José,
He was singing in the firmament, on the edge of
The wind, sitting next to him...

Oh José, if you were born again, the world would stop
To embrace you once more, singing in buleria,
Oh José, if you were born again, the world would stop
To embrace you once more, singing in buleria...

Oh José, if you were born again, the world would stop
To embrace you once more, singing in buleria,
Oh José, if you were born again, the world would stop
To embrace you once more, singing in buleria...

Gypsy and basket weaver, flamenco and singer,
The best of all time, that was my Camarón,
I don't want to forget him, my God, take care of him
Oh up there in heaven, I beg you...

Gypsy and basket weaver, flamenco and singer,
The best of all time, that was my Camarón, I don't want to forget him...

Oh José, if you were born again, the world would stop
To embrace you once more, singing in buleria,
Oh José, if you were born again,
The world would stop to embrace you once more, singing in buleria...

Oh José, if you were born again, the world would stop
To embrace you once more, singing in buleria,
Oh José, if you were born again,
The world would stop to embrace you once more, singing in buleria...